Ais had already straightened up obediently before the door opened.
She held the newly restored [Sword of Despair], her golden eyes fixed unblinkingly on the people coming out.
"Oh, finally decided to come out, have you?"
At the other end of the corridor.
Tsubaki, who had just finished a batch of orders for middle-floor weapons, strode over while drinking from a water flask.
The patch over her left eye was slightly crooked. She casually straightened it and swept her gaze over Haimo and the others.
But then her gaze landed on Loki, who came out last, practically supporting herself against the wall.
"Pfft-"
Tsubaki nearly spat out her water.
"Cough, cough... L-Lady Loki?"
Tsubaki's eyes widened as she looked at Loki, whose face was covered in soot and whose clothes were disheveled, looking for all the world as though she had just crawled out of a coal mine. She could not hide her astonishment.
How was this the patron goddess of the [Loki Familia], who liked to strut down the street teasing young girls?
"What are you laughing at... Never seen a goddess experience the hardships of ordinary folk before...?"
Loki gave Tsubaki a feeble glare, trying to muster some dignity, but her words came out as weak groans.
Ais paid no attention to Loki's miserable state.
She walked straight up to the enormous sheet-metal trunk filled with freshly forged equipment.
Without any hesitation.
She reached out her slender arm and grabbed the metal handle on the edge of the trunk.
Ais easily hoisted the enormous sheet-metal trunk, large enough to hold two people, onto her seemingly delicate shoulder.
"Where should I take this trunk?"
Ais tilted her head, her long golden hair slipping off one shoulder, a question in her cool voice.
Although Haimo had just said that getting